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Not ShatteredTristan chuckles as he looks down at the fallen heroes, walking leisurely through the bodies, hands in his pockets. It’s always much too easy in the beginning- no one ever sees it coming.
He would’ve thought that this time would’ve been different. This particular group of heroes should’ve known him much better than most. He’d been on their team for years as a child- or had they simply forgotten about him when he left? The thought brings a bitter taste to his mouth, and he buries it back down where it belongs. Those days are behind him, and he has risen so far above those years of being ignored and in pain. He has made them kneel.
Two of the heroes in particular catch his eye, and he smirks, striding over to them. A green skinned girl and a boy in a blue and black suit- so much older looking now- lie sprawled on the floor of the warehouse. It’s quite a satisfying sight. He had been friends with them, once, but over the years he came to realize they ha
Heroes In Training-Scatterbrain
Secret ID: Tristan Maxwell Hart
Meaning: Tristan: Noise, Maxwell : Marcus's Stream, Hart : Strong
Superhero Alias: Scatterbrain
Meaning/Reason: From his ability to scramble people's thoughts and memories, as well as his own scatterbrained mind.
Nationality: Welsh and Dutch
Birthplace: Boulder, Colorado
Places Lived: Boulder, Colorado, Gotham City
Current Residence: Gotham City/ Happy Harbor
Birthday: February 10th
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: light brown
Hair Type: Curly
Physical Description: Skinny and long-limbed, with a very small amount of muscle tone. His skin is very pale, with sharp and angular facial features and a smattering of freckles. His hair is fairly short and very curly and seems to get bigger the more stressed out he gets. He has a very wide, toothy smile, big eyes, and
A Picnic Among the StarsSummer was a rather hectic time at Camp Half-blood. During the other seasons it was nearly dead, and as much as Gloria loved the hustle and bustle that June and July brought well she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the peace and quiet, at least a little bit. So it was nice to spend a few hours with Travis in the strawberry fields, away from all the noise and people.
Travis had completely surprised her, dragging her out to the strawberry fields without a single hint of why they were going there. He even made her close her eyes. But she hadn't seen him the whole day, so it hardly mattered to her where they went, as long as they were together.
"Here we are," Travis said proudly, bringing her to a stop. "You can open your eyes now."
She grinned and cracked open her eyes, gasping at what she saw, her hands coming up to her mouth.
A bright red picnic blanket was nestled back behind a strawberry bush, loaded down with a big, traditional picnic basket, a couple of pillows and e
SpidersQuinn Phillips wasn't scared of many things. Heights? Please. Snakes? No problem. Scary movies? Bring it on. It was one of those things she prided herself in, and yeah, maybe bragged about, just a bit.
Spiders were an entirely different matter.
They were literally out to get her. And no matter what Reed said, she wasn't exaggerating. They tracked her down, and once they found her they were relentless.
Liam had seen it first. She was on the other side of the cabin, reading a book in her bunk, when she heard his absolutely bloodcurdling scream. Following the scream was loud thud and a series of crashing noises, and then another scream. "Quinn!"
Not all that concerned, Quinn closed her book with an exasperated sigh and made her way towards the ongoing cacophony. Liam was crouched under the floor with wide, fearful eyes, and a pile of books splayed out across the floor. Quinn rolled her eyes. "What, Liam?" she sighed, with the tone of someone who was clearly used to this. Liam turne
WrongEverything had gone wrong, terribly horribly wrong. It had been a simple battle, a small monster fight that wasn't supposed to take much effort. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He glanced down at the blood blossoming through the fabric of his shirt. He should feel pain, he though vaguely, but all he felt for the moment was numb. Detached. Seemingly far away, the sounds of battle still went on. No one had noticed him yet. With the crashes of the waning fight lost in the background, his eyes closed and his sword slipped from his hands. Was he falling? Suddenly, he couldn't tell. The thoughts in his head had thoroughly turned to mush, making everything tinny and out of focus. His face was pressed into something soft and slightly itchy now. He felt tired, so tired, and his brain was moving at a rather sluggish pace. Surely his friends wouldn't mind if he just rested for a minute
"Micah!" A voice screamed, painfully familiar to his ears. Hands came to his face, gentle and warm
87. GunshotsEverything had been so normal and perfect; Quinn really should've been more suspicious.
The day had almost gone too well. All her homework was perfectly in order (which was usual, but still), her siblings had not said a word to her, neither had any of the stupid girls at school and here's the real shockerschool lunch wasn't half as bad as it usually was.
Well, she thought. Today is just a day full of miracles.
But it wasn't.
She had been so close to safety, so close to a chance of life that it was almost cruel. In fact, it was. A couple feet more and she would've been off to do her homework, yell at her siblings and catch up on the TV she had missed.
Not dead on contact.
Not in an ambulance.
Not six feet under.
Oh, she had heard the gunshots all right.
Warmth Robbie had been having the absolute worst day, and the weather more than reflected his mood. Dark, gray and swirling, the clouds hung in a thick blanket overhead, letting out a torrential downpour of freezing rain. His umbrella had long since been lost, and maybe he would've taken the time to find if he had known all the water on this earth would be coming down directly over Frisco exactly when he was walking home.
The walk wasn't short, and the rain slowed Robbie down tremendously. By the time he reached his apartment, he was soaked to the bone and frozen solid. He fumbled through his drenched pockets for his key, the cold making his mind a little foggy. Fingers finally closing around the slick piece of metal, Robbie pulled it out and tried to unlock the door. But his hands were shaking too much, and they key didn't seem to fit in the lock at all. After a few more agonizing seconds, the door swung open by itself, and
Ruined Things Robbie lay sprawled on the green-and-yellow checkered linoleum floor, without any real drive to get up. It occurred to him that he had been laying like that for nearly an hour. His books lay askew down the hall, papers trampled and crushed by the massive stampede of students that had gone raging by. They had all gone now. And out of the many hundreds of students, not a single one of them had made any move to help him, make sure he was okay, or at the very least pick up his stuff. No, of course they hadn't.
He sat up slowly, only vaguely aware that every part of his body ached and that he was probably just one big bruise at this point. But that sort of pain didn't really affect him much anymore. But for the first time after any bout of bullying he had ever endured, he felt utterly broken. He didn't know why. It felt as if something had just snapped inside him, and there was no repairing it.
The one machine he c
PurpleRemy stood next to Micah in the now-empty shell of the living room, feet crackling on the plastic covering the floor. Leaning down to dip her big paint brush in the bright purple paint, she looked up at Micah and sighed.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have paid someone to do this," she muttered for the thousandth time, painting a large streak of violet against the white wall. Micah grinned, dipping his paintbrush in the paint and dripping all over the thankfully covered carpet. In the first thirty seconds of painting, he had already managed to get paint all over his clothes and a big smudge across his nose.
"Because, love, we are perfectly capable of doing this ourselves," he said, painting a huge streak across the wall for emphasis. A smile tugged at the corners of Remy's mouth, and she suppressed a laugh.
"So basically, you're a cheapskate," she said teasingly, turning her head to grin at him. He pouted, shaking his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm a businessman."
Artist!Levi x Reader- Perfection (AU)"N-no...not quite..."
"Ugh. I've been standing like this for hours!"
"But I'm not done yet. Perfection takes time."
"Fuck my life."
"Don't be like that, baby. I have the perfect angle now. You look gorgeous."
Levi's brows furrowed as he pressed the paintbrush on to the canvas lightly.
"What the hell? Since when do you call me 'baby'?"
"When I've had a wonderful view of my beautiful wife for hours on end..." He mumbled quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear. You could see his eyes, just barely over the top of the canvas as he looked back at you for reference, longing showing evidently in his expressive silver eyes.
"I'm lucky, being the first to copy the personification of perfection it's self on to paper..." He squinted his eyes, dabbing the brush in a few more places before leaning back from his hunched position and placing it down on the tray of materials next to him. He cracked his knuckles and wiped the minor amount of sweat from his forehead, leaving a smear of paint
Levi x Reader A Vampire?!"Levi is a vampire," you heard a hushed panting voice whisper into your ear. You looked up and saw Hanji. Her eyes wide and her mouth in a shape of a 'o.' You could feel something itch in your throat, laughter bubbling within you.
You couldn't help yourself.
"Hanji," you said to the woman, between laughes, "there's no way Heichou is a vampire." Hanji smirked with you, a look of satisfaction on her face, which raised confusion from you.
"I knew you would say that y/n!" She said pulling you up from the chair as the book you were reading stayed on the wooden table.
"Wait Hanji! My book!" You cried out as the woman pulled you down the hallways, your hand outstretched as the book became smaller and smaller. The said woman laughed and just pulled you down the hallway. You had to admit Hanji was incredibly strong, not as strong as Heichou but still strong.
"Ok y/n, close your eyes," Hanji instructed you.
"Why do I need to-"
"No but Hanji I-"
You sighed and closed
Sherlock/Reader: Five Nights at...An all too-familiar jingle rang out.
Do-do-dodo-do-do-do-dodo-do-do-dodo, bum bum bum, do-dodo-dodo...
There were a few moments of silence before the static buzz came back on again.
Sighing, you hit play once again.
You hated every moment you had to sit here and play that damn game...Yet you couldn't stop.
Yes, it was scary at first, but now it was just annoying.
"Stupid power. How the hell would closing a door use power?" you mumble out of frustration.
You played for another few minutes before a faint 'click' was heard.
"No! You son of a... No!" you yell, throwing your arms up.
"Maybe I can wait it out. Maybe I'll run out of power before -"
You let out a terror filled scream.
"I didn't even hear you! You damn fox! I hate you! I hate THIS! Ugh!" You slam the laptop closed out of frustration.
At that moment, Sherlock walked into the room, still groggy from sleep. He wore only a sheet, which wasn't out of the ordinary for earl
Child!Levi x Child!Reader WarmthA/N recommend listening to Little Wonders by Rob Thomas when reading this
The child like voice stops when yells of shut up were heard. The boy slowly walks, his shoes tattered, hair messy, shirt too big filled with holes, face caked in mud along with hands, arms and legs, practically dragging himself on the ground of empty streets, garbage littered everywhere. The stench of alcohol everywhere.
His big steel grey eyes stared at the ground as he shivered slightly when the wind blew, the night biting into his skin.
He was seven year olds, a bit short for his age , he limped slightly, his stomach growling like a bear on a rage. He hasn't eaten in days he knew that much. How long has he not seen his mother or father? He didn't know anymore, he lost count.
He slowly drags himself to a small space in an alleyway, curling up into a little ball, hugging his body for some warmth as the wind blew again and the cement floor feeling cold.
He always felt co
Eren x Reader Only A Mere MileA/N this is a sequel to this http://chocolatelover124.deviantart.com/art/Eren-x-Reader-Far-Away-483858265
"Idiot..jerk.." You mumbled bitter nothings as you walked down the small forest with a lake next to it, almost a park. You broke the stick you were griping tightly and that was when the tears finally flowed.
Wet ribbons stealing down your face as you sobbed loudly, using the back of your hand to remove the tears that were soon replenished. "EREN JAEGER YOU IDIOT!" You yelled aloud, not caring if you scared any birds and knew that pretty much everyone was at the square celebrating away. Even with the sweet victory of beating the titans it didn't help the bitterness in your heart.
You walked, your feet making crunching noises on the dry leaves scattered on the ground, sniffling slightly.
You came to a clearing, where you, Armin, Mikasa and Eren used to hang out sometimes to get away from the bitterness of the world, pretending this forest was the outside world.
[Moriarty/Reader] Two of a CrimeWell, hello there,
Please excuse the ax,
My name is Sherri,
My name is Max,
I've been living on the streets with a murderous streak,
I was a gun for hire, I was an acid freak,
What a shiny ring!
Don't you look so stunned?
Where'd you get that rock?
I pried it off a nun, when I robbed a church,
Bloody and baptized,
Gave your daddy two shots between the eyes.
Would you call yourself good? No.
Evil? Not necessarily.
"I only kill the ones that deserve it," you claim.
"Then how did little Lucy Jean die, then?" the man asks.
"Civilian casualty. I regret it. I do...But why do you care? From what I hear, you're a stone-cold killer. What's one accidental death to you?" you smirk.
"It was a child."
It was silent for a few moments.
"So who sent you? Who's out to get me now? What are they paying you? I'll give you double if you let me go, right now. Act like this never happened."
"What's it to you?"
"I'd like to know before I die, if you don'
This Place in my DreamsWe dance in this place
This place in my dreams
Oh, if you only knew
How smoothly we waltz
How brightly we smile
And how I feel about you
We talk in this place
This place in my dreams
If you could only see
That we are alike
In so many ways
Oh, how much you mean to me!
Trust [England x Reader x France]
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The sun had dipped down behind the stretch of apartments and houses at the lake front. The wind was slowly picking up enough to blow Arthur’s scarf up as he walked down to the lake’s edge. He stopped several yards behind a young woman sitting with her knees up to her chest as she gently stroked the dark blue surface. He could see her smile in the reflection, rippling almost sadly away. Her smile was tainted by the slightest bit of self-loathing when she turned to look at him.
“Fancy seeing you here, Artie.”
Arthur rolled his eyes and slowly descended to her side, taking a seat on the grass beside her.
She shrugged her shoulder with a careless motion. Her demeanor told Arthur she was about to get flighty.
“Maybe I just wanted to come see the lake.” He adjusted his scarf carefully, tilting his h
Hide and Seek...(Yandere!Bonnie/Reader)Ding Dong hurry up I'm waiting
Far too late to run
Away to see if I can catch you
Ding Dong hurry up I'm starving
Waiting for you here
I know that you are near so come out
"Oh (Y/N)~?" The purple animatronic rabbit smirked darkly, as he uncovered his pink eyes; looking around. "Where are you my sweet~?" You panted heavily as you pushed yourself to run, (H/C) hair flying behind you as you ran, forcing yourself to not look behind your back, eyes shut tightly.
Staring through the window
No escape from my cold gaze now
Tearing through your eyelids
Creeping close to see you nearer
"You know little (Y/N)..." Bonnie purred, as he soon ran off after you; chuckling darkly. "You should just give up now... and throw your beautiful form into my arms... I'll find you anyways... You can never win this game..."
Ding Dong hurry up and run now
So that we can play
Tag on this special day of fun now
Ding Dong hurry up I'm in now
Better run and hide
So I can never find you peeking
You shook y
Chance of A Lifetime"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she
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